October 30th, 2007

From"Decoded" The arrival


My friend of over forty years, J. Henry "Hank" Reinhardt, passed away yesterday.  I think I will have a lot more to say about him when the numbness wears off.  Until then, perhaps it is best I let Hank speak for himself.  Valhalla's gain, our loss.  Profound loss. Of the many famous, infamous and not-so-famous worthies I have met, he is the only true Renaissance Man I have ever known.


"I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t interested in arms and armor,
although I do recall reading King Arthur and Prince Valiant well before
I started school. Like other kids, I liked cowboys and soldiers and
pirates, but I was always particularly drawn to warriors and knights.
"I got my first taste of the reality of sword fighting when my brother
-in-law brought back two Japanese bayonets from the South Pacific in
1946. A friend and I started fencing with them and quickly turned them
into hacksaws. Thus, at the age of 12, I began to suspect that using a
real sword was different from what I’d seen in the movies. I read
everything on the subject that I could get my hands on and managed to
pick up a great deal of history in the process.
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